Only A Spoonful Novels & Stories

"The adrenaline crash is vicious. But you have to force the fuel into your body. Four bites. That is all I am asking for." Staring at the bowl, she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. "Four bites," she finally agreed, sounding completely defeated. "But if I get sick, I am aiming directly for your boots." "Fair enough." Reaching out with a trembling hand, she picked up the silver spoon. Dipping it into the steaming golden broth, she scooped up a small amount of the liquid. She raised the spoon toward her mouth. A sharp, violent sting hit the back of my sinuses.

Then, leaning a little closer, he whispered conspiratorially, “But the best way to calm the Cidron? Honey.” I blinked, unsure if he was joking. “Honey?” “Precisely. A spoonful drizzled right into it. Sweetens its ‘mood,’ as they say. Apparently, it’s got quite the sweet tooth. Now, the trick is to pour it gently. Spill too much, and—” “—it might declare war?” I asked, grinning as his eyes sparkled with laughter.

“One more spoon. This is the last one. I promise,” Ariella said to her mother while feeding her that healthy mixed vegetables soup which she had prepared for her. Her mother sighed and then drank the soup from the spoon which she had been extending towards her mouth and it made Shyla clap slowly in happiness.

Dell muttered surprising everyone, The whole place turned quiet as non one is saying anything anymore, everyone is lost deep in thought, just staring at each other and some even had a sad look on I decided to lighten the atmosphere “Guys! Guys the food is getting cold, let's take a picture with spoons in our hand at least we will have something to hold onto!” I said with a smile showing them my polaroid camera “Yesss” Everyone yelled happily and adjusted their position “Please pick your spoon and act like you're about to put a spoonful in your mouth!” “Isn't that childish?” Venom asked “No it's memorable” I smiled “One……two……three!” I counted and took the picture

Then suddenly he recalled something. There was a glass cupboard in his room which had some expensive crockeries and cutleries arranged in it. He immediately opened the door of the cupboard and took out a silver spoon from it. Inaayat looked at him silently not daring to question anything from him at all. She saw him taking some water from the glass in the spoon. She thought why he was drinking water from the spoon but instead of drinking it he put the pill in the spoon diluting it in water completely. When the pill was dissolved in the water completely he extended the spoon towards her lips. She looked at his perplexed.

"I was keeping it from you on purpose. It’s mint chip." "You villain," she gasped, already digging into it like a woman possessed. "You know this is my favorite." "And yet," I said, eyes twinkling, "you don’t see me hiding the spoon, do you?" She beamed at me through a mouthful of frozen green goodness. "You’re the best." We fell into a comfortable rhythm, just the two of us. The hospital room wasn’t nearly so sterile with Layla in it, her energy filled the air like fizzy soda bubbles, unpredictable and oddly comforting.

“That’s all I ask. We’ll take it one step at a time.” A little hope flickered inside me. Later he asked playfully, “So… hugging and cuddling. Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?” My cheeks burned. “I know what it is, but I’ve never actually done it.” He smiled softly. “It’s comforting. Like a warm, safe hug.” I bit my lip. “I… I’d like to try.” “All right. Little spoon?” I winced. “I can’t. It’ll hurt on the pillow.”

Too close. Before I could react, he picked up the spoon from the bowl. Turning it slowly between his fingers like he’d done it a thousand times before. “I think I need to teach you this,” he said, dipping it into the soup. Calm. Controlled. Like this was normal. My chest tightened. “Open your mouth, muffin,” he added, bringing the spoon toward me. The aroma hit my face. I gasped. “Muffin?” I repeated, confused and offended at the same time.

I set the spoon on the table between us. “Watch this.” Mel lifted an eyebrow. “Oh?” I focused the way I had been practicing in the evenings. Not forcing it. Just feeling for that quiet pull inside me. The spoon trembled slightly. Then it slid an inch across the table toward me. Mel leaned forward immediately. “Well now,” she murmured. I tried again. The spoon lifted a fraction off the table before dropping with a soft clink. I laughed nervously. “It’s still a little clumsy.” “Clumsy?” Mel said. “Esme, that’s wonderful.”

Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five Picking her spoon carefully with her still trembling hands, making sure that she didn't drop it to make a fool of herself with her still shivering hands in an attempt to begin her meal, Gretel carefully watched the way that the metal made itself into the grey mush, the harsh surface of it seeping into the opaque mess and excuse of nourishment.